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“法蒂玛。”妈叫我的乳名。“嗯?”我垂着头,不敢让妈看见哭了一夜的眼睛。“明天阿依莎要嫁了。”“嗯。”我晕眩着走回房间,把自己锁在里边一整天,不想吃也不愿动。我的莎!我美丽纯洁的17岁的莎,可怜的莎。莎是我的表妹。几月前,她家来人说,选好了人家,很富,有两头强壮的耕牛、一台砖块大的收音机、一辆半新的自行车,而且愿出1000块钱的彩礼。富?这就是富?!这就是可以选择的资本?!“是的,他比莎家富。”我象别人把我自己卖掉了一样绝望,喉咙干得一个字也说不出来,我的莎!他们说已订亲了,我知道那是怎样的一个过程,因
“Fatima. ” Mom called my name. “Ah? ” I looked down, afraid to let Mom see crying night eyes. “Aisha wants to marry tomorrow.” “” Ah. “” I stared back into the room, locked myself for a whole day, and I did not want to eat or do not want to move. My Sarah! My beautiful and pure 17-year-old Sha, poor Sha. Sha is my cousin. A few months ago, she came home to say that she had chosen a good family, two strong cattle, a big radio, a used bicycle, and a 1,000-dollar bride price. Rich, this is rich, which is the capital of choice?! “Yes, he is better than Shafi. ” I was as desperate as others sold myself, the throat did not pronounce a word, My Shah! They say they have already made a kiss, I know what a process, because of